Thank you 

to all

who light the night

and bring joy

 

 

 

Greer @Pratt Brooklyn 1978

In memory of Greer Lankton...

In 1978
Greer Lankton
painted my portrait.
Greer  Lankton was
my friend.
Greer Lankton was
at once
like all of us.
And yet
not  like
any of us.

Recently
I visited
an exhibition
a“retrospective”
of Greer’s work
of her remains.

There were
her dolls
her photos
her sculptures
her paintings
her postcards
her perfume bottles               
her videos
her eyes
her glamour
her black humor
her soul                        

her pain

her memories
her memory

I heard
the curator
pontificating
to a group
of art students.
She said, “Greer always named her dolls.This was very important to her...”
Yes, I thought,then why aren’t THESE dolls named,why aren’t these works labeled,dated.Why is there no context?


I don’t believe
she knew                                                          
what she was talking about.

No longer
able to listen
I blocked her
out.

Deafening sadness
filled my ears.
Sadness
for Greer leaving.
Sadness
for all
that was
And all
that can
never be
again.

I looked
at Greer’s remains                       
through my iPhone screen
To create
distance.                

 Not sure
 if I could really
look
Or really
see
Greer’s things
That stuck
in my throat.

Greer-you were
at once
like all of us
and yet,
not like

any of us.

 

 

  

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David Bowie - The 1980 Floor Show Midnight Special. (complete show )

OCTOBER 1973

The 1980 Floor Show

David Bowie
Mick Ronson

Amanda Lear

Marianne Faithfull

What else do you need?

An old- fashioned

fan letter

Chris Isaak

 
Last night
I went to see you.
I’ve lost count of
how many times

 I’ve seen you
Over the  years
that now amount

  to a lifetime.

But every time
 I see you
Is like 
the first time.
You never disappoint

Flashing lights
Flashing guitars
And there you were
In your sequined suit
Dreamy
Like a matinee idol

You entertained
with passion

And your voice
Reached
all the notes
all the places
all the hearts.

I was under your spell.
till the final encore.

And you left the stage.

I waited
outside
By the stage door

And there you were

In your khaki and plaid
Reality
Even more dreamy

A young woman
waited
in a wheelchair.
You went over and hugged her.

My heart melted.

You worked your way
through the crowd.
Close enough to touch.

My heart fluttered.

We exchanged
a few words
a few moments
I said,Darlin’...Chestnut Cabaret...my tie clip...
You said,”I still have it.”
I was breathless.

Like a giddy teenager
Selfishly
I asked  to snap a photo.
Kindly
you obliged.

You could not have known
how bleak
and grey
I had been.

Until that moment..

I stepped back
 and watched you
 in the crowd

Smiling
signing autographs
posing for photos

I stepped back                                                 

and  watched
your generosity of spirit.

My heart melted.

Until we meet again.
With love and thanks 
from the bottom of my heart.                             

THE KING